i saw the image of a broken glass (can't spell shattered) and it imediately sparked me to reply. here is my story....

finally discovering the bali hai and the trophy that will be rewarded (tiki mug to go.) i called to reserve a table next to the window, on the san diego bay. when we got there the scene was already pacified by the mai tais consumed at the homestead and the taxi ride where the driver was already playing smooth jazz.

our first time there and my wife did not understand my yearn for tiki........until now. ((folks........i love islands.....i audio taped gilligan's episodes to listen to, in order to put me asleep at night.) my only focus upon viewing the show, was being shipwrecked on my own s.p. island and i would have been okay for life.(you know what i mean)

boring......so as my wife and i enjoyed a bali hai and a mai tai in the mr. bali hai mugs (to go ), the moon rose over the bay. it was quite euphoric.

after a nice dinner and beverages, we took a TAXI to the underwater discoveries and cheap TOP SHELF beverages of the pacific shores lounge.

well to end the story, i wanted to take a cab home, and the wife wanted to walk......five miles.......

she was mad and threw the box of the two mr. bali hai guys into the street. i viewed and decided to take action....not good...car....smash (aside from initial damage of the mugs,which i refrained from their savoir).....booom.... the next day i glued them together, and they still work as mugs and aesthetics.

that is my story, sorry no pics. i don't even have a dvd, but "O" does

I recall like it was yesterday standing over a 55 gallon metal trash can and destroying about 200+ defective Shag 2nd edition mugs. There was a funky silence in the air in between the crashing noise of me slamming them against the rim of the metal trash can. I filled the can nearly to the top.

My broken tiki horror story involves taking care of my mom's cat for acouple of days. Turns out cats like to climb up on high spots and walk around behind things, often knocking them over, let's just say I found out why I hate cats when I ended up having to replace my Nugget and Mr Peanut mugs and Kon Tiki salt and pepper shakers.

My little nightmare happened when placing a newly acquired Cook Island wooden Tiki up onto a display shelf. I nudged a mug across to make room and then in the corner of my eye a small blur toppled off the shelf at amazing speed, bounded off the floor and bashed into the wall. It turned out to be my other little Cook Islands statue from the Victoria and Albert museum. It's little leg got knocked off. Bah!

Still, the break is clean so my fingers are crossed for a decent repair job.

Seagul wrote: "my only focus upon viewing the show, was being shipwrecked on my own s.p. island and i would have been okay for life.(you know what i mean)"

...oh yes...we know what you mean.

I too have suffered injustice at the hands of the incompetent post office worker!
But when I have taken them in for the insurance, they keep them so I have no way to glue them back together.

And it's not even so much that it was mine and it got broken, it's the fact that it is one less piece of Americana left in the world. These Postal people do not understand the significance of acquiring such an artifact, you know?!

It's not just a mug! For many of these broken pieces, it is a broken dream. These are items that will never be produced again. Oh yes, there may be others found in thrift stores, flea markets and on Ebay. Perhaps the molds will be re-poured and new replicas made available, but it still represents one less piece of beauty in the world. One less piece of history.

My heart goes out to you tonight Pop.
Hope you can find some replacements.

This is exactly why I only buy new tiki mugs. Not that my stuff hasn't gotten broken, of course, but when it did I didn't care. The worst thing that happened was when my girlfriend and I came home after the weekend. our idiot landlord did work on the outside wall of our apartment without telling us. When we got back, my cheap-ass KC of Hawaii "Hapawood" (i.e. fiberglass) tiki had fallen off of the shelf, the shelf that was on the wall these idiots were working on without letting us know. It was smashed and my girlfriend's ukulele got chipped, too.
It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, however, for a few weeks later we were in Hawaii and I got a great handcarved tiki at the international marketplace.
Of course, collecting new mugs is not for everyone. In fact, I might collect old mugs if I could afford, or if I had space, or if I thought my girlfriend would still talk to me! I'm glad concientious folks like yourselves are doing your part to preserve the recent past.